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War with the devil, or, The young man's conflict with the powers of darkness,…
War with the devil, or, The young man's conflict with the powers of darkness, in a dialogue discovering the corruption and vanity of youth, the horrible nature of sin, and deplorable condition of fallen man, also, a description of the power and rule of conscience, and the nature of true conversion. : To which is added, an appendix, containing a dialogue between an old apostate and a young professor, worthy the perusal of all, but chiefly intended for the instruction of the younger sort. / By B.K. author of Zion in distress, or The groans of the Protestant church.War with the devil, or, The young man's conflict with the powers of darkness, in a dialogue discovering the corruption and vanity of youth, the horrible nature of sin, and deplorable condition of fallen man, also, a description of the power and rule of conscience, and the nature of true conversion. : To which is added, an appendix, containing a dialogue between an old apostate and a young professor, worthy the perusal of all, but chiefly intended for the instruction of the younger sort. / By B.K. author of Sion in distress, or The groans of the Protestant church.
New York: printed by William Bradford, 1707
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Youth in his Unconverted state.Youth in his Ʋnconverted state.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
Youth. Speak not another word, don't you perceive There's scarce a Man or Woman will believe What you do say, you're grown so out of date? Be silent then, and longer do not prate. I'th' Country your credit i• but small, There's few care for your company at all: The Husband-man the Land-mark can't remove, But you straightway him bitterly reprove; Nor plough a little of his Neighbours Land, But you command him presently to stand▪ There's not a Man can go i'th' least a wry, But out against him fiercely you do fly. The People therefore now so weary are, They've thrust you out almost of every Shire: ⟨p. 11⟩And in the City you so hated be, There's very few do care a rush for thee: For if they should believe what you do say, Their Pride and Bravery would soon decay, Their swearing, cheating, and their drunkenness, Would vanish quite away, or grow much less. Our craft of Profit and our Pleasure too, •ould soon go down, and ruined be by you. The whores and bawds, with the Play houses then Would be contemned by all sorts of Men. •ou strive to spoil us of our sweet delight, •ur Pleasures you oppose with all your might. The Fabric of our Joy you would pull down, •nd make our Youth just like a Country clown. •e half Fanatics should be made ('tis clear) […] unto thee we once inclined were. •t this amongst the rest doth chea• my heart, •here's very few in London take thy part. •re and •here one, which we Nick-names do give, •ho hated are, and judged not fit to live. Tis out of fashion grown, I daily see, conscience for to regard i'th' least degree. […] that can't whore and swear without control, •e do account to be a timorous Fool. wherefore though you so desperately do fall •o poor me, yet I do hope I shall […] loose from you, and then I'll tear the ground, […] in all joy and pleasure will abound.